Still Alive

Haven’t posted anything in a while. Been busy as heck trying to finish this damn novel. Writing can be a real pain in the ass sometimes. Even when you know what you want to write, just the time to write it is a killer. When I’m ahead of schedule, a book juste seems to appear out of nowhere. When I’m behind, every page just seems to take forever. And it’s not like I’m blocked or anything on this damn thing. It’s just putting aside the time and keeping at it.

Still, I’m behind, and I really shouldn’t be wasting much time blogging when I have actual work to do.

So I bought Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs on DVD and watched it again. Perhaps I’m sounding like a broken record, but damn if that isn’t a great movie. The spaghetti tornado alone is worth the price. Highly recommended. And I’ll try not to mention it again.

Even before I was a writer, I was a writer. All that novelology entails is creating a story via imagination and conjecture. I have this game I play sometimes. When I see someone on a cell phone, I’ll imagine that through a quirk of fate, they picked up the wrong signal. The voice on the other end of the line says a meteor is heading for Earth, and, long story short, you’ll be dead by the end of the hour. Then I ask myself, what would this person do with that time?

Try it sometime. It’s a great way to flex your novelologist’s talents. Even if you aren’t a professional story maker-upper like me, you can still have fun with it.